#marvel mutant

Lillian is filipino american and her dad was apart of a notorious crime syndicate but was forced to rat out the rest of that syndicate. So for witness protection he moved with his family to the U.S. She is second generation and took what she learned from her dad (and the intense ideology from Magneto) into making 'the collective' when she was a young teenager. Ofc we know that she dated Aspen for a bit when they were kids/teens. And right now she's three years older than Aspen. So she's about 25 currently. Boxer type build, aggressive personality, sweet child who grew up in the wrong atmosphere due to her dad. When Aspen was sent to Genosha at 17 she was around 20 and was arrested and locked up for 4 years. Only busting out after seeing the news of Genosha. Caine (named after cain and abel) has super religious parents, but eventually dropped out of HS with Lillian and Aspen. Has religious trauma, and anytime they get scared they let off corrosive mist that melts and or burns anything around them. When Lillian was arrested she and Grayson went into hiding and Grayson lived in her basement for a few years. Eventually they get caught and grayson fled while she got kicked out. Was homeless for a couple of years before being tracked down by police and shot. Magneto showed up and saved her. View's Magneto as a father figure. Was the first to join the brotherhood and sent a letter to Lillian so she could break out. She's 23 currently

Finding your nose buried between the pages of a book far too thick for her liking wasn’t an uncommon feat for Natasha. Finding her laptop shrouded with greenery and roses, however, was not. Her narrowed gaze traced over the vines leading out of her own sanctuary and into the hallway, confirming her suspicions by twisting right into your bedroom.

She pushed away from her work desk with an amused sigh, careful to sidestep the plum-hued orchids in the midst of fluorescence by her feet.

“You have a peculiar way of luring people into bed with you,” Natasha murmured humorously once she ducked under the canopy of leaves decorating your doorway. “While I appreciate the flowers, I do have some recon papers to organize.”

In an instant, your wide eyes snapped away from the worn pages of your book, finding solace in your roommate’s entertained gaze. It took you a second to realize the repercussions of your slipping reign over your powers. The green was hard to miss, after all.

“I am so sorry.” Your voice came out far smaller than you intended it to, but you slanted your lips into an apologetic smile to make up for it. “I didn’t realize.”

Natasha shrugged it off lightly, a small smile of her own playing at the corner of her lips. It relieved you to see that she wasn’t actually mad. She meandered over the foliage and sat beside you on the bed, raising an eyebrow at your book. “So you didn’t send me those flowers on purpose? I’m offended.” A faux gasp of indignation escaped her lungs, but was ultimately betrayed by a striking grin.

With a scoff, you nudged at her shoulder with your own. You placed a bookmark (also your receipt from your last grocery run with Natasha) where you left off and pushed the story to the side. Bringing both your palms together, you conjured a singular, minuscule canary buttercup, its petals falling soft against your fingers. Natasha watched in muted awe, green irises darting between your concentrated expression to the flower unfurling in your palm. Nimbly, you slotted the canary behind her ear, smoothing your thumb over her carmine hair, before shifting down to trail over her cheekbone. For just a second, your eyes slid to her lips, slightly parted and lightly glossed—so very, very kissable—

Breath hitching in your throat, your fingers curled in on themself, and you reluctantly pulled your hand away. If Natasha had noticed you ogling her mouth (which, she most definitely did) she didn’t mention it, to which you were extremely grateful.

Natasha seemed mildly disappointed when your warmth retracted, but she cleared her throat and the twinkle in her viridescent eyes came back just as quickly as it disappeared.

“There. You happy now?”

She made a jokingly unimpressed noise. “It’s small.”

“Seemed fitting,” you teased. “You’re not very tall yourself, you know.”

Natasha shot you a spineless glare. “Don’t even start.” She looked oh so pretty with that flower behind her ear, dappled moonlight casting sharp shadows over her even shaper features. The both of you fell into a comfortable silence before she spoke up once more. “You know, the recon can wait. That book must be pretty good to make you lose control of your powers.”

A warm flush spidered through your skin, and you reached over to grab at the frayed book once again. “You want me to read a bit to you?”